born in the trap

Lyrics

, i was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in, where niggas get smoked over their jordans and their pippens, welcome to california, nah, it ain't cold as new york, but life is a bitch out here: word to too $hort, wack as a shooter so we called him tony kukoc, gang banging had us addicted like it was newports, whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum, now bp connect got us praying to them holy men, just had a daughter homie, named her katrina, if i raise her right, then maybe she can take over fema, spike lee in new orleans shooting documentaries, the game still in cali eating off the documentary, take em to the cemetry i mean the cemetary, where everybody boxed down: refrigerator perry, and everybody fuck up and blame it on barack, cause he's just like t.i. born in the trap, and everybody fuck up and blame it on barack, cause he's just like gucci: born in the trap, and everybody fuck up and blame it on barack, cause he's just like jeezy: born in the trap, and every little fuck up, my gun she go "crack! ", cause i'm just like outkast, born in the trap, so what's going on with you faggots?, and what you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?, and your bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s, and your phantom played out so you hating on the shorties, cause they running around like they was your age, fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no aids, yeah, 2050 on these niggas, golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas, i used to run around like you, run the town like you, walk my red nose and clown like you, but it got old like betty white, this rap shit real deep like barry white, reminiscing on the days i used to carry white, walking though them crip hoods in the cherry niks, now i live a married life, walking in the house, to the home-cooked meals, joint american express accounts and less dollar bills, niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack, just like goodie mob, i was born in the trap, niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack, but just like luda, i was born in the trap, niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack, but like soulja boy, i was born in the trap, niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack, take em to shawty lo, nigga, learn how to trap, shit deeper than the roof's bent, 15's drumming, questlove in the coup fam, riding through pittsburgh, wiz got the steelers, born by the jungle so i came with gorillas, since niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin, we out the hood, tryna get money like?, splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in, the crack we cookin, we don't need ovens, we need something to put in the mouth of our kids, instead of copping chains, let's fly to chile and dig, go to haiti and feed to the bahamas and breathe, on the way back, to my nigga sean from belize, you know, sometimes i feel like this rap shit is heaven sent, then i get a high, feel like it's irrelevant, so i'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant, and campaign with wyclef while he run for president, i'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant, and campaign with wyclef while he run for president, told you i was gonna kill this shit, primo